Chapter 395: Do You Guys Still Need a Buddha Ancestor?

Chapter 395: Do You Still Need a Buddha?

Bai Baixiang was shaken.

The Half-Buddha’s heart pounded even harder.

The master of the Buddha Son Bai Ze?

“Could it be that the senior also comes from the Buddha Kingdom?”

As he spoke, he cast another glance at the goldfinch and Ning Tao beside Qi Yuan.

This senior was once a man of the Buddha Kingdom, but he yearned for the mortal world, so he left it behind?

Still, when he said Bai Ze was his half-disciple, the Half-Buddha did not believe it.

Bai Ze was a disciple of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha; even an ordinary true Buddha would not dare claim to be Bai Ze’s master.

This man had quite the nerve.

“Do I look like I come from the Buddha Kingdom?” Qi Yuan said, arms around his companions, flaunting before the Half-Buddha.

After all, this Half-Buddha was clearly a lifelong bachelor.

Qi Yuan was brimming with superiority.

The Half-Buddha was inwardly puzzled.

Not from the Buddha Kingdom?

But the disciple of the Great Sun Radiant Buddha had never left the Buddha Kingdom before descending to the lower realm.

How, then, could he be his half-disciple?

Was this man putting on airs?

If so, it was easy to understand.

As a man of the Buddha order, the Half-Buddha naturally understood the myriad desires in the hearts of mortals.

Even he was no exception.

Wasn’t becoming a true Buddha itself a fixation?

At that moment, Bai Baixiang’s eyes widened, and she gathered her courage to say, “Could it be that the senior is… the Blood Lord?”

Her voice trembled with excitement.

If he were the Blood Lord, everything would make sense.

Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on Bai Baixiang, a hint of surprise in his eyes: “There are still young people in this world who remember the Blood Lord?”

In the game, there was no need to hide one’s identity.

Sincerity was the ultimate weapon.

“You really are the Blood Lord, godfather!” Bai Baixiang cried out, lunging toward Qi Yuan.

But halfway through her leap, Ning Tao froze her midair.

Ning Tao frowned: “You reek of sweat, and besides, my husband is still young!”

The Half-Buddha beside them was taken aback, then showed a look of astonishment.

The Blood Lord?

He had heard of this man.

A legendary figure from nearly ten thousand years ago in the Flowing Wind Realm, one who could stir the tides of the world.

But even if he stirred the tides, wasn’t he only at the fifth realm, the Purple Mansion?

How had he suddenly become… so formidable?

After all, polishing the Yin Spirit and breaking through the Spirit Apertures was an immensely time-consuming endeavor.

The Buddha Kingdom had the aid of incense and merit, allowing for rapid breakthroughs in the Spirit Apertures.

Yet this Half-Buddha, in ten thousand years, had only advanced from the first step of Heaven-Treading to the second.

Qi Yuan looked at Bai Baixiang, curious: “How did I end up with a god-granddaughter?”

“Godfather, my master is Bai He, your goddaughter—don’t you remember!” Bai Baixiang said excitedly.

In Qi Yuan’s memory, a white crane appeared.

That white crane maiden was from the White Emperor Palace.

Back then, when Qi Yuan held the Unreturned City and swept across the world, that white crane had been quite shameless, directly calling Qi Yuan her godfather.

Or rather, she went around saying Qi Yuan was her godfather.

Qi Yuan had never acknowledged it.

He looked at Bai Baixiang with a gaze that suggested he thought her a fool: “I am human, your master is a bird. Can a human give birth to a bird?

Therefore, she is not my daughter.

I currently have only two daughters!”

Bai Baixiang was stunned, finding some logic in that, then said, “No, my master is your goddaughter!”

“Why are you as shameless as your master?” Qi Yuan didn’t dwell on it, but asked, “Is your master still with Bai Ze?”

Bai Baixiang shook her head, clearly unaware.

At that moment, the Half-Buddha spoke: “In three months, the Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly will convene. Then… the Buddha Son Bai Ze should be present.”

“Oh, a bachelor convention?” Qi Yuan was somewhat delighted.

Didn’t that mean he could go begging for alms?

The Half-Buddha looked awkward.

This Blood Lord’s mouth was a bit too sharp.

“I beg the Blood Lord senior not to speak rashly. When the Ten Thousand Buddha Assembly convenes, true Buddhas from the upper realm may descend to listen to the Buddhist discourses and jointly elect the Holy Buddha Son.”

As the Half-Buddha mentioned this, his expression held both reverence and excitement.

The Buddha Kingdoms of the upper realm were locked in endless war.

Now, at last, there was an opportunity to unite and end the strife. The Half-Buddha, Shen Tuo, was naturally delighted.

“What use is the Holy Buddha Son?” Qi Yuan asked. “Can I get the divine methods of the divine kingdom for free?”

Qi Yuan had a scheme.

Begging for alms was too troublesome. Why not invest in Bai Ze and make him the Holy Buddha Son?

If he succeeded, wouldn’t all the techniques be within reach?

“Yes,” Shen Tuo the Half-Buddha replied.

“Do you see the mark of a Holy Buddha Son in Bai Ze?” Qi Yuan asked. “How about you all support him?”

The Half-Buddha’s expression turned odd: “The Buddha Son Bai Ze does have a chance, but he lost the Great Sun Golden Lotus. He will likely be held accountable.

Unless he retrieves the Great Sun Golden Lotus.”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan adopted a peculiar look himself, mirroring the expression of the Half-Buddha Can Tuo.

It seemed it would be quite a challenge for Bai Ze to become the Holy Buddha Son.

The Golden Lotus of the Great Sun had long been devoured by Qi Yuan, used to forge his flawless glass-gilded divine body.

Returning it... was out of the question.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he leaned in to whisper to Can Tuo: "Are you guys still short on a Lord Buddha?"

The Half-Buddha Can Tuo fell utterly silent.

It was a question he dared not answer—indeed, one he was forbidden from answering.

Since the passing of the Great Sun Light Buddha, none of the True Buddhas of the Fifth Heaven would defer to another.

Within the Buddha Kingdom, the throne of the Lord Buddha sat entirely vacant.

Now, the joint selection of a Holy Buddha Son was merely a tactic to halt the internal strife and temporarily unite the realm.

But for a Holy Buddha Son to become... the Lord Buddha?

A pipe dream.

"Well... we likely are in need of one," Can Tuo stammered, his words hesitating on his tongue.

Such monumental affairs were not to be discussed lightly; if a True Buddha sensed his words, he would suffer a terrible fate.

"I have a friend who is incredibly handsome and shares a deep affinity with your Buddhist faith. I highly recommend him to be your Lord Buddha... what do you think!" Qi Yuan said, his voice laced with excitement.

Cold sweat beaded across Can Tuo's brow.

He understood clearly now that this man was absolutely no mere Myth!

What Myth would ever possess such audacity!

This was indubitably the Heaven Sovereign of the Yang Spirit!

Yet, even for a Heaven Sovereign of the Yang Spirit, descending alone to the lower realm was a display of reckless boldness!

"Senior, this... the matter of the Lord Buddha is not something this humble monk dares to comment on.

To become the Lord Buddha, being handsome is far from enough; one must possess profound mastery of the Dharma to command the reverence of ten thousand Buddhas, and one must cause the Buddha Kingdom to tremble as the divine light illuminates all creation!" Can Tuo said with utmost caution.

Becoming the Lord Buddha was never so simple.

Even the True Buddhas of the Ultimate Truth Realm within the Buddha Kingdom could not command the absolute devotion of the host of Buddhas as the Great Sun Light Buddha once did.

A primary reason for this was that any aspirant to the throne had to gain the recognition of the Buddha Kingdom itself—a supreme artifact of creation.

The entire Buddha Kingdom was, in essence, an artifact of creation.

To this day, only the ancient Buddha had ever won its absolute acknowledgment.

"The points you mentioned—I feel my friend, wait, no, several of my friends could pull it off.

How about you help me pass a recommendation up the line?" Qi Yuan asked expectantly.

Qi Yuan considered himself an exceptionally decent fellow.

Unable to bear the sight of a leaderless Buddha Kingdom, he was merely recommending a few candidates for the job.

To spare the other man any awkwardness, he even employed the 'advanced sales techniques' mastered only by 'sales managers,' forcing a choice upon him.

Just like in a restaurant, if asked whether one wanted green tea or milk, most people would choose one of the two; whereas if asked whether they wanted a drink at all, they might well decline.

Thus, Qi Yuan bypassed the question entirely by offering direct options.

"This... perhaps this humble monk could inquire about it?"

Can Tuo simply lacked the courage to refuse.

He feared that this inherently unstable Lord of Blood would beat him to death on a whim.

After all, to beings of their stature, the old woman from earlier was less than a speck of dust, entirely beneath their notice.

Yet this Lord of Blood had insisted on conversing at length with her—his conduct was simply too bizarre, defying all comprehension.

"However, this humble monk holds a lowly station; my inquiries may never reach the ears of the True Buddhas."

"No matter, no matter, just asking on my behalf is enough," Qi Yuan replied, unhurried.

Even if no answer came of it, he could always ask directly when the Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Buddhas convened. Surely, the multitude of Buddhas would appreciate his kind intentions.

...

The Flowing Wind Realm.

The once-great City of No Return now lay in absolute ruin, a desolate wasteland.

A man of tall and straight stature stood amid the debris, a wistful, sighing look in his eyes: "I once dreamed of returning home in glory, but where are my kinsmen now?"

Seven thousand years ago, he had broken through the fifth realm to step into the sixth, ascending to the upper realm.

After a millennium of scraping by above, he had achieved a modest degree of success.

Later, word reached him that the conflict of the Buddha Kingdom had spilled into his homeland, the Flowing Wind Realm.

Without a second thought, he had journeyed straight back.

After all, the Flowing Wind Realm was far too small to withstand the friction of the Buddha Kingdom; he feared it would be torn apart by the upheaval.

He had returned to the lower realm solely to protect those he once knew.

Yet, upon his return, he realized with bitter clarity how weak he truly was.

He was no match for even a common Half-Buddha.

Chen Huan felt a profound sense of disappointment and helplessness.

It was still far better to be at the side of the Lord of Blood, carefree and without a single worry in the world.

In any case... the Lord of Blood always conjured miracles.

He himself only needed to remain responsible for managing the suona band.

"Old friends have drifted east, leaving no trace of the scarlet-robed suona band of yesteryear."

Chen Huan could not help but recite a poem of his own making, his voice heavy with loneliness.

Beside him, the eyes of the little old man, Daoist Kun Xia, gleamed with amusement: "This Lord of Blood is rather interesting; he seems to carry a fair share of providence."

After descending to the lower realm, Daoist Kun Xia had gone into hiding.

Upon crossing paths with Chen Huan, he had deliberately cultivated a friendship.

After all, maintaining a low profile made it difficult to gather intelligence on his own.

"To put it bluntly, if the Lord of Blood were willing to adopt me, I would drop to my knees and call him father without a moment's hesitation!" Chen Huan said, a thick veil of regret clouding his eyes.

Regrettably, he had failed to seize the opportunity when it was within his grasp.

Along the way, he had relayed a few matters concerning the Lord of Blood to Daoist Kun Xia, though he naturally kept certain secrets to himself.

Suddenly, Chen Huan's expression shifted slightly, his gaze locking onto a dilapidated tavern nearby: "What did you say?"

A powerful aura swept through the air, causing the countenances of the cultivators inside the tavern to change drastically.

"Senior, we... we were saying that the Lord of Blood has reappeared in the world..."

“The world grows ever more chaotic, even ancient relics like the Blood Lord have emerged.”

“Indeed, but this is long past the Blood Lord’s era.”

The cultivators in the tavern sighed, a touch of regret for a hero’s twilight.

Chen Huan, however, felt no such sentiment; instead, he asked excitedly, “Where is the Blood Lord now?”

He was immensely stirred.

Back then, the Blood Lord had departed bearing the Source of Annihilation, and no one believed he would survive.

Now that the Blood Lord was still alive, how could he not be stirred?

Even if it were a lie, he had to go see for himself!

“The Blood Lord has no fixed abode, but he once said he would attend the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly three months hence.”

Someone spoke.

The news of the Blood Lord’s reappearance was like a grain of sand cast into a lake—it stirred barely a ripple.

Now, in the Drifting Wind Realm, the Buddha reigned supreme.

As for the Blood Palace or the Blood Lord, aside from a few who cared, no one paid attention.

The information about the Blood Lord’s emergence had been spread by Qi Yuan.

If any old acquaintances wished to see him, they could come to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly.

As for the others, Qi Yuan paid them no mind.

He was still wandering about, accompanying the Canary and Ning Tao, treading paths he had never walked before.

And incidentally, searching for his own door that had run away from home in a fit of mischief.

One heard of leaving one’s homeland, but Qi Yuan was the first to hear of leaving one’s door.

“Fellow Daoist, let us part here. I must go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly to meet the Blood Lord!” Chen Huan took leave of Kunxia Daoist, his heart racing.

He longed to flaunt before the Blood Lord—see this? My Divine Aperture!

Of course, what truly thrilled him was that the Blood Lord had not died.

At that moment, Kunxia Daoist narrowed his eyes. “This humble Daoist is also quite intrigued by this Blood Lord. How about I accompany you? We can see this legendary figure and also attend the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly.”

Kunxia Daoist’s thoughts were simple.

Though he lay low in the lower realm, he could not truly play the coward.

Nor did he dare act rashly or build a force.

If the people of Taihuang Palace found him here, they would easily discover him.

The best method was to supplant a native power.

But he was especially cautious.

He dared not touch any forces connected to the Buddha Kingdom.

This Blood Lord, with his so-called Blood Palace—wasn’t that a tempting morsel?

Some strength, some elders, some renown.

When the time came, he would use a little trick to turn the Blood Lord into a puppet, and all would be well.

As for this Chen Huan, he could not act against him yet.

After all, Chen Huan came from the upper realm and had ties there; if he vanished, it might cause trouble.

Kunxia Daoist’s expression was gentle, his eyes smiling.

This descent to the lower realm had gone smoothly—Heaven’s mandate was with him!

……

“Alas, how tragic, how tragic!”

“I don’t want to be a bald monk; I still want to marry a wife!”

Ling Yayi wailed, his expression enough to move anyone.

The Lightless Buddha-Prince looked at him, his gaze calm. “You haven’t married in ten thousand years—can you still marry?

Marrying or not seems to make no difference to you. Better to… enter my Buddhist gate.”

Ling Yayi’s mouth twitched, his expression frozen.

What the Lightless Buddha-Prince said made some sense.

Whether he abstained from lust or not, what difference did it make?

He had lived for ten thousand years and had never lusted after anyone.

Should he blame the women of the world for being too bizarre, not to his taste?

Or maybe… cut it off!

“By the way, I have news for you.”

A complex look flickered in the Lightless Buddha-Prince’s eyes.

“What news?” Ling Yayi was slightly startled.

“A true Buddha has learned that the Great Sun Golden Lotus is on the Blood Lord.”

This news had just reached the Lightless Buddha-Prince.

What happened in the Ten Thousand Demon Gate could not be hidden forever; some true Buddhas had come to know.

“So what if it’s on my master? Can you even find him?” Ling Yayi was unafraid.

When his master swallowed the Source of Annihilation and left, the best outcome was that he died with a few scraps left.

Could these Buddhas find his master’s corpse and summon his soul back?

“Latest news: rumors say the Blood Lord has reappeared and will attend the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly.

Perhaps he wants to use this assembly to meet old friends.”

“What?!” Ling Yayi was utterly shocked, his body trembling, immense joy flooding him, then his face turned fearful. “If my master appears, what will those true Buddhas do to him?”

If his master was still alive and deeply bound to the Great Sun Golden Lotus,

he could not imagine what would happen.

The Lightless Buddha-Prince shook his head, his expression complex. “This humble monk does not know.”

The meaning was clear.

The Great Sun Golden Lotus could not remain inside the Blood Lord.

If it were taken away, the Blood Lord’s fate would be no different from death.

Ling Yayi’s gaze shifted, and after a long silence, he said, “If I become a Saintly Buddha-Prince, can I save my master?”

“Yes.”

“Lightless, shave my head—quickly!”

"Also, bring on some real beauties—ten times the number as before!"

"Today, I shall challenge the very limits of my endurance!"

PS: Recommending a xianxia harem novel; the author loves to drive fast. Link below.

Title: *What to Do When Dragged into a Book by the Villainess Heroine*

Recommendation:

A harem xianxia with all sorts of bizarre props.

[Nine Yang Divine Art: Nine suns align in the sky, reducing an enemy's combat power by ninety percent.]

[Angel's Chaotic Kiss: Any living being, regardless of gender, except the caster, will be forced to kiss within two minutes.]

[Peach Blossom Fate: If you spend more than ten minutes alone with a woman not related by blood, she will fall in love with you.]

(End of chapter)